• Brittface commented on the post, promise 6 years, 4 months ago

    “I promise” He said as he stepped out into the rain. It seems to always be raining when something sad is happening. I wondered if he’d keep his promise? Would he return to me? Dear God I hoped he would. He kissed my hand and walked on to the street. “Wait” I yelled but the wind carried my voice away. In seconds he was gone, down the road and out…[Read more]

  • Brittface commented on the post, salvation 6 years, 9 months ago

    He was my salvation, I told myself. He was going to save me, he was going to take me far away from this place and he was going to be exactly what I needed. But I had to screw it up. I let him go, when I should have followed.

  • Brittface commented on the post, chills 6 years, 11 months ago

    The wind sent chills down my back, I shivered in response. I held on to myself tighter, as if maybe I could pretend it was you holding me. That you were here beside me, with me and not there. You’re so close, I […]

  • Brittface commented on the post, seeds 6 years, 11 months ago

    When I was little I was fascinated with gardening. The idea that tiny seeds became big oak trees was amazing to me. To be able to plant something so small and watch it grow? How magical. I always heard love was […]

  • Brittface commented on the post, switching 6 years, 11 months ago

    It was the same routine, day in and day out. I thought, perhaps, about switching it up. I thought maybe I’d get a tea instead of a coffee, or for lunch have soup and a sandwich. But no, I was stuck doing the same […]

  • Brittface commented on the post, nest 6 years, 11 months ago

    We made a nest of blankets and stayed in bed all day. The only reason we would get up was for food or to use the bathroom. We would whisper and kiss and cuddle.

  • Brittface commented on the post, chat 6 years, 11 months ago

    We would chat until the early hours of the morning, as the sun began to peak over the trees. We would drink Jack Daniels and smoke cloves. Our hands would brush and our lips would meet and we would just be […]

  • Brittface commented on the post, grind 6 years, 11 months ago

    The daily grind was the worst part. She woke up every morning with a funny taste in her mouth and when she drank her morning coffee is tasted like ash. She would go to work and come home and go to bed and that was […]

  • The architecture of the city was so old and beautiful. Walking down the street you could just hear the whispers of thousands of memories and secrets that live in the walls of the old buildings. The lives of the […]

  • Brittface commented on the post, poster 7 years, 1 month ago

    There was a pink floyd poster on the wall. I remember it so clearly. It’s the one with the four girls at the pool with their backs to the camera and they have painted images on them. I stared at that poster for […]

  • Brittface commented on the post, pins 7 years, 1 month ago

    It was like pins were pricking his feet. He was cold and tired and the road in the distance just kept going. He wondered if I he could make it. He couldn’t bare to walk anymore. Each step was painful, each breath […]

  • Brittface commented on the post, willful 7 years, 1 month ago

    She was so willful, she was so strong. She knew what she wanted and she was willing to do anything for it. But when she finally got it she didn;t know what to do with it…and even though she was strong it was so […]

  • Brittface commented on the post, weave 7 years, 2 months ago

    I weave in and out, to and fro. I feel sea sick from the changes you keep throwing at me. O can’t keep straight what’s what. Your emotions make no sense and I’m stuck on this rollar coaster because I love you. I […]

  • Brittface commented on the post, carnival 7 years, 3 months ago

    There was a carnival in town, it was bright and loud and shook up our tiny corner of the world. No one had ever seen such beauty or such excitement before. it was as if the carnival was a window to a whole new […]

  • Brittface commented on the post, adopt 7 years, 3 months ago

    I slowly adopted all your traits without even realizing it. It started with something little like your use of “eh” proving how wonderfully Canadian you are. Then gradually grew into me using the same hand gesture […]

  • Brittface commented on the post, festival 7 years, 3 months ago

    It was a festival of love. All around people were embracing, laughing, celebrating. And there we were two lonley people lost in the crowd. We didn’t see each other, our hands didn’t meet. Our chance didn’t come.

  • Brittface commented on the post, below 7 years, 4 months ago

    There’s this place below my heart. It’s small and private and no one knows about it. It’s like a chest, I put something in there a very long time ago and I locked it shut. Never to be opened again. What I put in there was you. Your words, your kiss, the memories I have […]

  • Brittface commented on the post, accordion 7 years, 4 months ago

    There was once was a man who lived next door. He was a very large man, with a very large smile. As children we were fearful of him. He would stand on the street and play his accordion. He always looked so cheerful but so menacing. It wasn’t until I was older that I realized […]

  • Brittface commented on the post, trunk 7 years, 4 months ago

    I want to pack up my trunk. I want to leave, say good-bye to everything I know know and get the hell out of here. The worst is being stuck in a world that you know you’re not meant for. I’m not meant for this small time. I’ve got big dreams. I will get out […]

  • Brittface commented on the post, bridge 7 years, 4 months ago

    I’ve burned every bridge I can think of. I never thought I was a self destructive person but apprently I am. It’s my own damn fault. I get into my head and I worry and stress and freak myself out. I’m my own worst judge. And those thoughts I tell myself in the dark of […]